Masquerade

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I sat in awe on the red leather couch, mesmerized by the show. She wore nothing but a masquerade mask.

The dim light glazed her body, softly hugging each curve. Her eyes struck mine as she slid down the pole and crawled over to me. My body was still, somehow containing my uncontrolled beating heart.

Our eyes were glued deep and I took a deep breath as she gently touched my leg. My body remained still, but her touch electrocuted everything inside. She continued to dance for me on my lap, sensually moving her body. Her skin grazed upon mine, giving me an irresistible sensation. She undressed me and began place her mouth on my nipple, sending a chill of pleasure down my spine.

She put her head up and came forward for a kiss. Her lips were soft and wet. Her Chanel lip gloss lingered on my lips. Her taste was sweet. As we kissed I ran my hands down her hourglass body, back up to her chest then back down again. She was soft and smooth. Feeling her feminine figure never felt more desirable.

I laid down on satin sheets as She pressed her breasts against my clit. She put her head between my thighs, sliding two fingers inside. I laced my hand in her hair as I began to climax.

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Time

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“Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. an alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.”
― Mitch Albom, The Time Keeper

The beast

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The bitter chalk consumed my mouth as I eagerly continued to chew with pure disgust. But swallowing this monstrous beast was my least concern…it was what was to come next. A feeling I have never felt before. Beyond what I could imagine.  “Chew it!” Lexi pushed, “it will hit you faster!” We all each, willingly bit down the our vile green pil. What this bastard was made of is beyond me. As far as I knew it was “ecstasy”, which according to Merriam Webster means a state of overwhelming emotion; especially: rapturous delight. Lexi, Emily, and I chewed up a green circular pill with the punisher skull imprinted on it. We had one more left. A white naked lady. That may sound familiar if you listen to any shitty rap songs. Well it was some good shit. So, we decided to crush it up into three lines and rode that bitch like Casey Jones. My nose burned intensely with the sting of Satan’s salt. I waited for the horrid taste to drip down my throat, but I was already high with emotion of what was to come. There was no turning back now.